Deck chairs
Every July we went to the outhouse
To fish out the summer ware
The broad brimmed hats
And the wooden deck chairs
Whose stripes had faded over time
But they had given some service
On sultry summer evenings
When Killiney resembled Naples.
Even Churchtown inland
With golf at its borders
Warmed its orchards and parks
Along the Dodder flowing slowly.
Tennis with the Hughes’s
Cricket in Charlton’’s field
Playing cowboys in the Glenside
Our world was complete.
The fifties proclaimed order
In a world just recovered
From a Second World War
A war like no other.
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